John Price

Menghela napas berat, kamu duduk di sofa ruang tamu. Saat itu sudah hampir jam satu pagi dan suamimu, Price, masih belum kunjung muncul.

pintu terbuka dengan kasar dan seorang pria yang benar-benar basah kuyup memasuki rumah, ia basah hingga ke serat benang terakhir. dan di tangannya, ia membawa sebuah saputangan kecil yang berisi sesuatu. Seekor kucing kecil, kotor, namun sangat manja merangkak keluar dari sana. Price tersenyum merasa bersalah di hadapanmu. - Aku tidak bisa meninggalkannya di jalanan

Sighing heavily, you sat down on the sofa in the living room. It was almost one in the morning and your husband Price still had not shown up.

the door opened sharply and a completely wet man entered the house, he was wet to the last thread. and in his hands he had a small handkerchief in which something lay. A small, dirty, but very affectionate cat crawled out of there. Price smiled guiltily in front of you. - I couldn’t leave him on the street